My only love [Elrohir][August 3011]
Jan 5, 2019 12:16:13 GMT -5
Post by LEGOLAS on Jan 5, 2019 12:16:13 GMT -5
My Prince, a horse approaches with I believe two people.
Hearing this, Legolas took off quickly. He didn’t waste time heading through the gates, past the bridge to see if it was Tauriel and if she was alright. Legolas didn’t like the idea of her going by herself to Imladris. Sure she had guards with her, but Legolas had wanted to go because of a certain raven haired lord. Elrohir had always wanted Tauriel and with that on his mind, Legolas feared the worse. He hoped that it was Tauriel with perhaps a guard. He was hoping that it wasn’t what his gut feeling was telling him.
Oh, but it was.
Legolas’ eyes slightly widen, showing the whites more. He stood stiffly, feeling his heart sink to the very bottom. The feeling of pure dread started to pool all throughout his body, making a tightness in his throat. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t really happening, was it? That couldn’t be Elrohir on the horse with Tauriel. But, it was. It was his wife, his Meleth, on Elrohir’s horse with the dark ellon himself. Elrohir. Every single time. Every time. How could the Valar be so cruel? Did Legolas somehow deserve this?
His eyes immediately went from being shocked to angered, having them turn into slits as he looked upon Elrond’s son. If looks could kill. Legolas would have had Elrohir dead by now. Why was she riding on Elrohir’s horse with him? Why was Elrohir bringing himself upon these lands when secretly he was not welcomed? Elrohir, Legolas said with a slight hiss. Quietly, was he seething in a hot molten lava rage. Why is it that anytime something happens with me or Tauriel, your name is always mentioned? Could it be that yet again you come riding upon your steed to once more take that which isn’t yours?
The deep agonizing pain was too intense. Legolas could feel the grief, the extreme stress of it all burning him from the inside out. It was anger at first, seeing Elrohir. Now though, it was replaced by what he had always felt; grief. Oh how he wanted to cry. To lash out. To scream at the heavens above and beg to know why. Why does it continuously have to be this way? He wanted to fall onto his knees, to just let the Valar take his soul right then and there. No one else wanted it anyways. Not even Tauriel. She had never wanted him. From the beginning she dreamed of Glorfindel and admired the twins. She went from admiring the twins to falling for only one.
Elrohir.
The damn Noldorian Elf. Legolas’ teeth ground against each other as he finally looked upon the face of his wife; Tauriel. Green emeralds looked upon him as his sapphire looked upon hers with a coldness that only Thranduil could do. He stood straighter and with his chin slightly raised higher, he looked her up and down. I have been played as a fool many of times, but I will not now. You both wish to tell me what is happening; so be it. But I already know what might fall from your lips.
Elrohir then muttered something, making the fair prince jerk his head towards his face, staring at him so. He was more vicious, more feral than any of the two seen him. Words fall from your mouth like shit from arse, Elrohir. I do not wish to hear the pathetic words fall from it. Let me hear what my wife has to say. Legolas looked back to her then, waiting, ready. He watched as both had dismounted. The sting. Legolas could feel his hroa’s decay climb higher upon him. Soon it will crawl up his neck and soon they will see just what Legolas becoming.
Hearing this, Legolas took off quickly. He didn’t waste time heading through the gates, past the bridge to see if it was Tauriel and if she was alright. Legolas didn’t like the idea of her going by herself to Imladris. Sure she had guards with her, but Legolas had wanted to go because of a certain raven haired lord. Elrohir had always wanted Tauriel and with that on his mind, Legolas feared the worse. He hoped that it was Tauriel with perhaps a guard. He was hoping that it wasn’t what his gut feeling was telling him.
Oh, but it was.
Legolas’ eyes slightly widen, showing the whites more. He stood stiffly, feeling his heart sink to the very bottom. The feeling of pure dread started to pool all throughout his body, making a tightness in his throat. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t really happening, was it? That couldn’t be Elrohir on the horse with Tauriel. But, it was. It was his wife, his Meleth, on Elrohir’s horse with the dark ellon himself. Elrohir. Every single time. Every time. How could the Valar be so cruel? Did Legolas somehow deserve this?
His eyes immediately went from being shocked to angered, having them turn into slits as he looked upon Elrond’s son. If looks could kill. Legolas would have had Elrohir dead by now. Why was she riding on Elrohir’s horse with him? Why was Elrohir bringing himself upon these lands when secretly he was not welcomed? Elrohir, Legolas said with a slight hiss. Quietly, was he seething in a hot molten lava rage. Why is it that anytime something happens with me or Tauriel, your name is always mentioned? Could it be that yet again you come riding upon your steed to once more take that which isn’t yours?
The deep agonizing pain was too intense. Legolas could feel the grief, the extreme stress of it all burning him from the inside out. It was anger at first, seeing Elrohir. Now though, it was replaced by what he had always felt; grief. Oh how he wanted to cry. To lash out. To scream at the heavens above and beg to know why. Why does it continuously have to be this way? He wanted to fall onto his knees, to just let the Valar take his soul right then and there. No one else wanted it anyways. Not even Tauriel. She had never wanted him. From the beginning she dreamed of Glorfindel and admired the twins. She went from admiring the twins to falling for only one.
Elrohir.
The damn Noldorian Elf. Legolas’ teeth ground against each other as he finally looked upon the face of his wife; Tauriel. Green emeralds looked upon him as his sapphire looked upon hers with a coldness that only Thranduil could do. He stood straighter and with his chin slightly raised higher, he looked her up and down. I have been played as a fool many of times, but I will not now. You both wish to tell me what is happening; so be it. But I already know what might fall from your lips.
Elrohir then muttered something, making the fair prince jerk his head towards his face, staring at him so. He was more vicious, more feral than any of the two seen him. Words fall from your mouth like shit from arse, Elrohir. I do not wish to hear the pathetic words fall from it. Let me hear what my wife has to say. Legolas looked back to her then, waiting, ready. He watched as both had dismounted. The sting. Legolas could feel his hroa’s decay climb higher upon him. Soon it will crawl up his neck and soon they will see just what Legolas becoming.